I thinking it's a sign That the freckles in our eyes are mirror images And when we kiss they're perfectly aligned I have to speculate That God himself did make Us into corresponding shapes Like puzzle from the clay
True, it may seem like a stretch its thoughts like this that catch My troubled head when you're away When I am missing you to death When you are out there on the road For several weeks of shows And when you scan radio I hope this will guide you home
They will see us waving from such great heights, \"Come down now\", they'll say But everything looks perfect from far away, \"Come down now\", but stay...
I tried my best to leave This all on your machine But the persistent beat it sounded thin Upon listening And that frankly will not You will hear the shrillest highs And lowest lows with the windows down When this is you home
They will see us waving from such great heights, \"Come now\", they'll say But everything looks perfect from far away \"Come down now\", but we'll stay...
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They will see us waving from such great heights, \"Come down now\", they'll say But everything perfect from far away \"Come down now\", but we'll stay...